The Genius of Formation and Immortal Cultivation

Chapter 115 A Roaring Heart Trembling (2)
Fang Yunlong's earth-shattering roar and the applause added by the Tianyu Array echoed throughout Chenglin Palace, making the palace silent.

The innate master, the white-faced and beardless middle-aged man, squinted at Fang Yunlong. Fang Yunlong's roar had no effect on him, but it was obvious that he was thinking about Fang Yunlong's intentions.

The emperor of the Tang Dynasty on the dragon chair immediately understood after Fang Yunlong's roar, and recalled the unfinished words of the embarrassed general. .

The queen mother and the princes and princes of the royal family seemed to be stunned. They all looked at Fang Yunlong dumbfounded. Only King De had a cold light in his eyes.

Ministers of civil and military affairs and their descendants were even more ugly. Except for those who were shocked by Fang Yunlong and vomited blood, some overturned the drinks on the table in a panic, and some opened their mouths in disbelief that someone in the world could yell so loudly voice, only Fang Tianshui showed a gratified smile.

The envoys of various countries sitting far away from Fang Yunlong are one of Fang Yunlong's key care objects.Since they were far away from the emperor of the Tang Dynasty and Fang Yunlong, when they were woken up from their fantasy by the roar and applause, they thought it was the emperor of the Tang Dynasty who had uttered an angry dragon roar, and pulled themselves back from their fantasy with godlike words Reality.Reminiscent of my hallucination that the Tang Dynasty was not as powerful as imagined, and I even proposed to go to war with the Tang Dynasty, the envoys of various countries couldn't help standing uneasy, feeling fearful in their hearts.

As for Fang Yunlong's other key caretaker, the embarrassed military commander was even more dizzy from the shock, his brain became cloudy, and he didn't know what he was doing and what he was for.Just under the roar of the language of the gods, he prostrated himself on the ground, trembling all over, and was at a loss.

With Qianqian's hand stroking Yaoqin lightly, Yimengpu entered an unprecedented state from the very beginning, blending into the world of piano sound, and reached the highest state of playing the piano sound-the music is born from the heart.Playing Duohun this time is the first time Yimeng has entered such a mysterious realm since she played this piece, as if each note has its own life, becoming beautiful elves, under her ten fingers dance to tune.Yimeng, who was immersed in her own playing, looked even more beautiful, looking at the city of people, and then the country of people.When she played the last pause of the whole song, Yimeng looked up, and saw that in the whole Chenglin Palace, everyone was enjoying her music like a dream, falling into a trance. Among all kinds of fantasies, the envoys of various countries showed a yearning and a trace of resentment, and Yimeng was very satisfied.

(End of this chapter)